Excuse me, sorry to bother you, but I've been really crook this week. Some sort of nasty viral infection. Most days I've been laid up in bed for around 18 hours a day, sleeping mostly. Not nice. So I decided to admit defeat and visit a doctor.
The Doctor looked at me with a real concern when I went to see him on Monday. As soon as I opened his surgery door he said, "You don't look good". Shit, thanks doc, and there was me about to invite you out on a date, maybe enjoy a spot of mountain climbing, ya know. Bitch.
He asked me how I was feeling, took my temperature, asked what my symptoms were, and he then asked me whether I'd been to Asia recently. When I told him I had - he made one of those worryingly annoying, "hmmmmmm" sounds. Bastard
He took a blood sample then he gave me a lecture on Asian Bird Flu. He even mentioned the words," death" and "serious". He told me I should go straight home and avoid contact with anybody. Fuck me, I thought, ok - so I feel like shit, but I only went there to talk to him about contraception. Seriously.
Before I knew it I'd been prescribed a shit load of pills (for my illness, not for Ms Biff), been deprived of much needed blood, and was going to need an operation to cut the tubes to my testicles (now that is for Ms Biff, not for my illness).
But it's ok, so no need to worry. The blood test was negative, my illness has almost gone, I've had a week off work, and to top it off Ms Biff is going to take it up the arse for the forseeable future.![]()
(I hope Ms Biff doesn't read this. You see I haven't told her the good news yet)
Edit: She has just caught me writing this and is insisting that I admit that most of the above is BS before posting it. Ok - everything other than the fact that I've been really crook. Ok - I've had a cold. But it was a man cold. Nasty things those.
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